I dreamt last night that my bed was infinite
A universe made of cotton
I let my muscles settle into the milky oblivion
And counted stars like sheep
While the universe spun around me
But I grew lonely very quickly
Because I didn’t know its favorite song
And it didn’t have eyes that crinkled when it laughed
It didn’t wish me good-night
Or ask me how my day was
It never listened while I talked
Or sung off tune to the radio
It didn’t do any of these things
And this made me sad
Because it wasn’t you